Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.